Lan VS Zhao Wuji! Killing Intent in the Rain! Shark's Hunter Blade!

Dugu Yan's face went "boom," instantly turning red to the tips of her ears.

How shameful!

She wanted to bite her lip, but that extreme sense of comfort surged over her like waves, leaving her completely unable to control herself.

Her body's instincts had overwhelmed her rational embarrassment.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Fine beads of sweat had already seeped from Lan's forehead, and his complexion had turned slightly pale.

Finally, he slowly withdrew his hand.

He looked at the young girl in the tub, who had gone completely limp, her body glowing with a healthy pink hue, with only a trace of hazy moisture remaining at the corners of her eyes.

"The snake venom in your body has already seeped into your bone marrow."

Lan spoke with an expressionless face.

"Rooting it out is not a task for a single day."

"For the first week, it must be done once every day. Tomorrow, come to the Crown Prince's Mansion to find me."

Only then did Dugu Yan snap out of that strange sensation. Though her body felt weak, she could clearly sense a lightness she had never experienced before.

She raised her eyes and saw Lan's slightly pale face and the sweat on his forehead, and her heart gave a sudden tug.

"Are... are you alright?"

Lan shook his head without saying more, turned around, and walked toward the door.

Behind him, the door was gently pulled shut.

Ye Lingling, who had been waiting outside the whole time, immediately pushed the door open and entered.

"Yanyan, are you okay? Why is your face so red?"

Dugu Yan subconsciously reached out to touch her cheeks; they were burning hot.

She stared blankly at the closed door for a long time before speaking to her best friend in a voice that was barely audible.

"Lingling..."

"I think I might regret it a little."

Ye Lingling held Dugu Yan's arm, her clear eyes filled with worry.

"Regret what?"

"Haven't you always hated him?"

Dugu Yan shook her head, leaning against the warm wooden wall of the tub, feeling the unprecedented cleanliness and lightness within her body.

She raised her hand and looked at her smooth arm; the faint, toxin-like patterns were no longer there.

"Lingling, what I regret is... that I misunderstood him before."

Dugu Yan's voice was very soft, carrying a tremor she hadn't even noticed herself.

"I thought he would take the opportunity to humiliate me, or..."

She didn't continue, but Ye Lingling understood.

"But he didn't."

Dugu Yan's gaze fell upon her own shoulders, dampened by the steam.

"From beginning to end, there was only calmness in his eyes, as if... as if he were looking at a piece of jade that needed carving, rather than a woman's body."

"He was very focused, and also... very exhausted."

Thinking of the slightly pale complexion and the sweat on Lan's forehead when he left, Dugu Yan's heart tightened again.

"He is a true gentleman."

As Ye Lingling listened, a strange light flickered in her eyes as well.

She recalled Lan's peerless figure on the arena at Skywater Academy, and then thought of his calm demeanor while performing the treatment just now.

Indeed, he was a special person.

Lan walked along the cold, quiet streets of Heaven Dou City.

The moonlight was like water, stretching his shadow out long.

Purging the poison for Dugu Yan had consumed more of his mental energy than he had imagined.

Although his mental power was already approaching the level of a Titled Douluo, it was still not strong enough.

He had to improve it as soon as possible.

Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

The name circled in his mind, bringing a hint of anticipation.

The immortal herbs there might allow his strength, and even his martial soul, to undergo a qualitative leap.

Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.

Aromatic Silk Beauty.

And even... that stalk of Lovesick Heartbreak Red that blooms only for the word "love."

The corners of Lan's mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

Just then, his footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

A cold, viscous killing intent seeped out from the deep alleyway beside him, locking onto him with pinpoint precision.

"Kid, your spiritual perception is quite sharp!"

Following that, a figure as burly as an iron tower slowly stepped out from the shadows of the alley.

Under the moonlight, the man had messy short hair, bronze-colored skin, and muscles that coiled across his body, brimming with explosive power.

Immovable Bright King, Zhao Wuji.

Lan's expression did not change in the slightest; he merely watched him calmly.

Almost at the same time, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice rang out deep within his mind.

[Hunting System mission released.]

[Mission objective: Hunt and kill the "Immovable Bright King" Zhao Wuji.]

[Target information: This person condones his students' misconduct and oppression of civilians in Suotuo City. In his early years, he was notoriously vicious, with the blood of countless innocents staining his hands.]

[Verdict: Execution required.]

The mechanical voice dissipated in his mind, leaving behind only the pressure brought by the night wind and the burly figure at the mouth of the alley.

Zhao Wuji stretched his joints, which emitted a crisp "crack," his murky eyes filled with a sense of scrutiny.

"Kid, you're the one who hurt the students of our academy."

Lan's expression remained unchanged; he didn't even lift an eyelid.

He spoke indifferently, his voice cold and clear, like a frigid spring on a rainy night.

"You mean that animal Ma Hongjun?"

"I was the one who slashed him."

"What do you intend to do about it?"

The muscles on Zhao Wuji's face twitched, clearly not expecting the other party to be so blunt and so arrogant.

"Kid, you've got guts!"

He laughed out of extreme anger.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I am the Vice Dean of Shrek, the Immovable Bright King, Zhao Wuji!"

"A level 76 Power Attack System Battle Soul Saint!"

He enunciated his title and rank word by word, each syllable carrying the pressure of a Soul Saint, enough to make ordinary soul masters tremble with fear.

However, Lan merely scoffed in disdain.

"Shrek?"

"It is nothing more than a place that harbors filth and evil."

As soon as the words fell, a cold drop drifted down from the sky.

Following it was a second drop, then a third.

Lan looked up, letting the cold drizzle land on his face.

"It's raining."

His mood suddenly became somewhat pleasant.

He liked rainy days.

Drip, drop, the sound of rain grew denser.

In the blink of an eye, the light drizzle turned into a torrential downpour washing over the long street. The rain shattered the moonlight, making the entire world blurry and hazy.

"You're courting death!"

Hearing Lan's contemptuous assessment, Zhao Wuji was finally thoroughly enraged.

He stopped wasting words and roared, his entire body's soul power erupting without reservation!

"Seventh Soul Skill, Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

His already burly body swelled instantly, brown-yellow fur growing wildly, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye.

His bones emitted a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, and his muscles bulged, filled with explosive power.

A Vajra Bear, over five meters tall with muscles coiled like granite, appeared in the center of the street.

The terrifying pressure belonging to a level 76 Soul Saint crashed down like a mountain, locking entirely onto Lan.

The bluestone pavement beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, sinking downward.

The Vajra Bear raised a bear paw larger than a human head and slammed it down toward the thin figure in the curtain of rain!